Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.

To go to the synagogue with one's father on the Passover eve - is there in the world a greater pleasure than that? What is it worth to be dressed in new clothes from head to foot, and to show off before one's friends? Then the prayers themselves - the first Festival evening prayer and blessing.

It is an old custom amongst Jewish children, to become war-like on the 'L'ag Beomer.' They arm themselves from head to foot with wooden swords, pop-guns and bows and arrows. They take food with them, and go off to wage war.

Barking dogs don't bite, but they themselves don't know it.

They say that children become men, and men become children. Many generations have grown up, become men, and gone hence.

One cannot live on potatoes alone. It is said that one wants bread with potatoes. And when there's no bread, a Jew takes his stick, and goes through the village in search of business.

A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.